It was a wonderful typical 4th of July,
(except we were missing the Jones family this year,
and it really wasn't the same).
This morning, I turned on "4th of July" radio while
Christian made his homemade waffles, it was a perfect morning.
Around lunch time we headed to my parents backyard
where we celebrated my dad's 72nd birthday.
My brothers always rig up a slip-n-slide and we spend hours watching the littles
slide down the slippery path thousands of times over and over again.
It never gets old.
After lunch a few of my siblings and their families came up to my house
to swim the rest of the afternoon away.
It was really relaxing and easy- the way this fabulous holiday should be.
My bottom lip is pretty much one HUGE giant coldsore. It really is the worst.
Why oh why do I have to get this rotten curse?!
We had dinner on the porch and waited for the city to light up with fireworks.
At one point we saw over 80 large bursts
spanning over several cities.
My older girls and cousin Lydia are outside right now (at 12:12) STILL swimming
as occasional fireworks pop over the pool.
They have stretched this wonderful day out as much as they could.
I am so thankful to be American.
I am honored to belong to this wonderful country.
I hope my children will understand and honor their heritage.
I am grateful for the men and women who fight to preserve my freedoms.
I am really really proud to be an American.
Another great day for the books.